Went to work today feeling very down and depressed. It was not because of being at work. I very much enjoy my job. It was because of the news of my brother being diagnosed with lung problems and it's serious. I feel really bad for him, even though he and I didn't get along all of our lives.

I decided to call him today after work before working out for myself. When I got him on the phone, he sounded very groggy and moody. But I accepted it because of his condition.

Much to my surprise, he called me two hours later. He apologized for not sounding good. I told him that I completely understood. We had a nice talk. He was in a hospital. It seemed like a miracle because he sounded great and didn't cough once. I guess in terminal illness, there are good moments, so I've heard.